One step, granny glasses, a cardigan, the next
step a strapless black satin and mincing shoes.
You teeter down; then block-heeled, a brown
smock brushes your gait at ankle height;
one step more and you skip
barefoot thunder down the stairs, two at a time, your entrance
awkward, loud.
No one cares about the banister or
elegance. They only see you slide into place.
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